It just happens to be along the most efficient route around that part of Beacon, really, and now that Soldat's added checking at the radio station to their patrols, there's literally no way around it. They make do.

"There might not be," Soldat warns. "Most of the rooms were. A mess. Disgusting. Blood everywhere. Cleared out, raided. The place has been there for decades, and multiple previous groups had access. But you're the. Doctor." They have to force the word out with obvious difficulty, but they say it. That's something. "You'd know better than me what's still useful."